That's no "pile of shit," that's Marjorie the Trash Heap from Fraggle Rock.

This post is purely in reference to my claim from autumn 2005 that I'd have a boyfriend or a smokin' body by the release of Brokeback. I think I set myself up for failure on that one. It's good to have goals, but not excessively steep ones. Or excessively time-limited.

I think the equation should be like this...PUMKIN (it's orange, round, doesn't move much, people really don't have much use for it, it grows really big and is used to scare people) + (MARTHA STEWART (cause you are crazy like her)/MORRISEY (cause he's sad and likes complaining about how terrible everything is)) + TALKING TRASH HEAP (I'm fine with that, you are from northern ontario) = 100% YOU